Chapter 4
Ivy noticed the crispness of Autumn had set in. It seemed to her that the minute school started, the weather changed. She remembered when she first came to California that the seasons all seemed to run together. Back in the Middle West, she knew when the seasons changed because the falling leaves or snow covered ground told her so. Now, since she had lived on the coast for some time, she knew the seasons, well. Oh, the changes weren't as drastic as back East, but they were there.
As she drove to work, resentment filled her. She hated to work on Saturday morning. It fouled up her weekend. This would have been a beautiful day to take her daughter to the mountains.
Ivy and Mary had a thing about going to the mountains every fall. They made a day of it. It was their time to drive through the mountains on windy roads and glory in the color changes of the trees. They drank cold, tart apple juice at a roadside stand and nosed around the gift shop. They always bought Indian corn and pumpkins even though they were cheaper at the super markets back in town. The crab apples always tasted better up in the mountains than they did back in town. They took their rifles and snot at tin cans off some deserted road. They wouldn't dream of ever going hunting and killing an animal ... not even the tiniest rabbit. But, they did enjoy target shooting.
Ivy didn't want to go to work this morning, but she had to. There would be other Saturdays to go to the mountains. Today did have that certain crispness that beckoned her away from the city and the traffic and out into the wonderful, peaceful mountains.
She would have plenty of time to get home and fix the dumb toilet that had sprung a leak and kept the floor constantly wet. She mentioned it to Betty early this morning when the two of them had had coffee. She hoped Betty would mention it to Bill and he would fix the stupid thing. Ivy always mentioned things to Betty that she wanted Bill to do. Then she didn't have any explaining to do if Bill would already know what Ivy's problems were and Betty didn't. That would indicate Ivy and Bill talked some time when Betty wasn't around. Ivy wanted no signs of suspicion cast on her relationship with Bill.
So while Mary was still sleeping, all cozy in her little, white, ruffled bed, Ivy had gone over to Betty's house and complained about the high cost of getting a plumber and this being a weekend and all. Ivy couldn't afford twenty-four dollars an hour for a jerk to come out and mess around her toilet. Ivy didn't make that kind of money.
Betty, being the good friend she was, had told Ivy not to worry. If she and Bill were speaking, which they weren't all the time, she would mention the toilet problem to him. Then, if he didn't have some place else to go, he might possible run over to Ivy's and see what was wrong.
So many "ifs". If Ivy could only talk to Bill herself and tell him her problem, she knew he would fix the toilet gladly. After all, she was his spare piece. It never paid to make the mistress too mad, after all, what if he got horny and had no place to dump his load. She did not feel that way about him, she would do anything for him ... but she loved him. He did not love her, at least he had never said he did. He had told her regularly not to love him ... so she was just his mistress ... arid she loved it!
So she went to work ... much to her disgust.
And, Betty mentioned the broken toilet to Bill.
Bill ate his breakfast rapidly in order to get over to the next door mobile home and the sweet, young thing who was home alone. His crotch felt hot and steamy.
He had not felt like this he was fifteen. At that age, he had felt like he was following his cock around. He had had wet dreams two or three times a night and all he knew was that he was going to fuck somebody, somehow, some way. He felt like he was following his stiff prick around like a lovesick teen-ager. Only, he knew who his dick was aimed at ... and he didn't have the wet dreams because when he was not thinking about sweet, virgin Mary, he was balling her mother.
His wife did not enter into any of his sexual thoughts ... she wouldn't put out.
The trailer next door had been his obsession for years. First it was Ivy, and now it was her daughter. He had to keep his shit together, and not confuse the two of them. Ivy was older, still his junior ... and more experienced, ready, willing and able. Then there was Mary ... so sweet, pretty, young and innocent.
His hard whang nearly burst the skin, he was so excited!
"Why're you eating so fast?" Betty asked observing her husband.
"I don't know how long it's gonna take to fix that damned toilet ... and I had other plans for today. I can't spend all day over there! How come you volunteer me to fix everything that goes wrong with Ivy's trailer? I've got things to do on my days off besides HER repair man!"
"Because she's my best friend. She can't afford repair bills. You know she doesn't make much money ... at least not enough." Betty poured Bill another cup of coffee.
"I haven't got time for another cup ... not if you expect me to be a repair man in my spare time! I just don't like it!" he lied.
Bill gobbled his breakfast and tried to think of something far distant than sexy, little Mary. It wouldn't do for him to get his rigid stick caught on the table when he got up from breakfast. Mary really turned him on, and Betty would wonder, since she didn't, why her husband had a hard-on so early in the morning when all he was going to do was fix a toilet.
"Get my damned tool box!" Bill said commanding his wife to move.
She never said a word but went to fetch it.
"Try to be civil," she asked, begging him.
"You and your help-thy-neighbor routine," he said snarling ... barely able to keep from running out the door.
He put the tool box in front of his poking pelvis and walked to his front door slowly. His cock beat, his heart pounded and his hands shook. He had to contain himself. He could not go into the mobile home and deck that lovely child! He knew he had to ease slowly up on the situation. He didn't want Mary afraid of him. He wanted to slip his dick ... nice and easy ... into her tight, little, virgin tube. He did not want to rape the child. No, he wanted her to enjoy fucking as much as he did. He wouldn't hurt that angel-like little girl for anything! He would be as gentle as a kitten ... if he could even get her.
He went over to the next mobile home and tapped gently on the door. He hoped she would not hear and he imagined catching her naked in the bathroom, possibly taking a leak.
No answer.
He tapped gently again. Nothing.
He eased the door open and slipped inside. Everything was quiet.
He walked softly down the carpeted hallway and stopped at her open bedroom door. He sucked in his breath as he saw his lovely Mary cuddled in her white, ruffly bed. Her hair was sprayed in a golden halo over her white pillow. Her gorgeous, brown eyes were closed under thick, dark lashes. Her slim, bare arm was out over the white sheet that was trimmed in lace. Stuffed animals laid all over the soft, billowy, white bed.
"Just like an angel on her own safe, secure little cloud...." he said, muttering to himself.
If he could only quiet the pounding in his ears, he knew he could hear her soft breathing. His stiff dick clamored for release. His body shook with uncontrollable desire for this sweet, virgin child.
He walked into her room on tip-toes. He smelled the sweet, almost baby-like odor from her young body. His nostrils flared taking in the lovely aroma of her youth. His eyes watered at the beauty of her. He licked his lips at the thought of burrowing down under all those soft, billowy quilts. He wanted to be on her lovely cloud with her. He wanted to taste her nice, sweet, clean, virgin juices with his tongue. He shook and quivered.
He knew he could have her now! He could fuck this innocent child and wake her from her deep sleep by shoving his rugged, thick prick into her hole. That would surprise and shock this lovely child into hysteria. No, that was not what he wanted. He wanted to take her ... lovingly, gently, passionately....
He walked to the side of her pretty cloud and put his big, tanned hand on her warm, soft shoulder.
"Mary?" he called softly.
She stirred.
"Dear, Mary?" he called low, barely able to control his excitement at the touch of her warm flesh.
She rolled over on her back and opened her eyes slowly.
"Mary? Wake up, dear," he said.
She flashed out of her drowsy sleep and sat up in bed. Her soft, small, warm boobs pressed against the white, lace nightie with her rigid, little nipples poking through the lace.
OH, MY GOD! He stood shaking with rubbery knees, looking at the beautiful, little girl.
"What're you doin' here?" she asked wide-eyed.
"Your mother asked me to fix the toilet this morning. I didn't wanna scare you when I made fixin' noises in the bathroom," he said in a shaky voice. He took his big hand off her bare arm.
She clutched the lacy covers up over her tits in modesty.
"You don't have to do that," he said sadly. "I'm used to young girls in their nighties. I do have a daughter of my own ... not to mention a wife," he said.
"If you'll get outa here, I'll get my robe on," she said, spying it across the room.
Bill fetched her white, flowing robe and handed it to her.
"I'll wait out in the living room," he said and left abruptly. If he stayed any longer he knew he'd cum in his pants and stand in front of her with a quivering ass ... like a dog. "If you've gotta use the bathroom, use it now. I might have to take the toilet out or something." He grabbed his hurting prick and aching nuts.
Mary pulled on her white robe and padded to the bathroom. Even though the door was closed, he heard her urinate. He imagined her golden pussy all damp with yellow droplets of tinkle. He knew her bare, tanned thighs would be exposed from all the white lace.
He sucked in his breath and damned near shit his pants. He clutched his beating prick hard enough to nearly cut off the blood circulation and stop the longing, craving pounding.
The toilet flushed.
Mary came down the hallway in her bare feet and walked passed the big man sitting in her living room. She went straight to the kitchen to get out the chocolate for milk.
"I'm done in there," she said, not even looking at Bill.
She didn't like being startled out of a deep sleep by the old guy next door, even if her mother did ask him to fix the toilet ... and even if he was a father image. She was used to her mother waking her, not Bill.
Over the months she had gotten to where she didn't hate him. He had never done anything except fix things for her mother ... like the car. Her mother had Bill use the jumper cables to get her car started. She had had Bill pack the wheel bearings. Bill had fixed one of the cupboard doors for her.
Mary guessed he was an alright guy ... for an old man. Her drastic fear of the man had disappeared, but she still didn't like him walking into her bedroom and waking her up.
"Your mother buy you that nightie?" Bill asked coming out into the kitchen.
Mary nodded stirring her chocolate milk. Her long, slender fingers worked at buttering a piece of toast.
"Is that all you eat?" he asked. "Yeah."
"You won't get fat, that's for sure. And you won't get big boobs like your mother," he said grinning.
"My boobs are still growing," she said indignantly.
"How big are they? Let me feel," he said playfully reaching for her breasts.
She flinched and tucked her arms around her chest.
"Oh, come on now. I'll bet the boys at school, or at least a few of them, have felt you up," he said devilishly.
"No, they haven't!"
"Then you don't know what you're missing," he said and grabbed her around the waist jokingly.
She pulled against the big man's powerful arms. She couldn't move. She relaxed in his hefty embrace.
"Just let me touch ... you're so warm and beautiful ... and then I'll fix the toilet...." he said softly, looking into her dark eyes.
"No! That's not nice!" she said tossing her gleaming, golden hair back over her shoulder.
"Let me touch and show you how nice," he begged.
She shook her head.
"You want me to fix the toilet?"
"Mom does," she said.
"Then just let me touch your little breasts," he said softly into her pink, petal ear. "No!"
"You want your mother to have to pay some plumber a lot of money to come in here and fix the toilet on Monday? Then your floor will be all rotted, and that'll cost her, too."
Mary stood still, held tightly in his arms.
"Come on, honey, just let me touch and I promise that's all," ' he said, winking a blue eye.
She hung her blonde head and said nothing.
"You know I help you and your mother out a lot. What would you do around here without me? You wouldn't deprive me of a little feel, would you? Just pretend I brushed past you ... just accidentally ... that's all the feel I want." He breathed heavily. He felt her slim body tremble in his muscular arms.
She shook her head.
He released her abruptly.
"When you decide to let me feel your lovely tits, call me and I'll come over and fix the toilet." He turned and picked up his tool box.
Mary was confused. She knew how much a plumber would set her mother back and she knew how little money her mother had. They made it payday to payday and sometimes had to cut out the little enjoyable things they both wanted. Now her mother would have to worry and stew over the plumber's bill. Mary didn't want her mother to worry-then she got irritable and bitchy. She scolded Mary when there was nothing to scold her about. Her mother would sit and ponder over which bills she could pay and which had to be put off. And she got wrinkles in her forehead along with an upset belly.
What could it hurt to have Bill touch her titties? He was an old man ... forty-two or three or four. He wouldn't do anything to her. He couldn't. A man his age probably couldn't even get a hard-on. Besides, he was married ... Mary thought it over quickly and decided a touch wouldn't be a matter of life and death....
"Alright ... touch me ... ," she said, flinching and squinting her brown eyes shut. She would pretend she was just being brushed by a complete stranger.
Bill put his tool box down and walked slowly to the squinting, shaking wisp of a girl. This isn't what he wanted ... her afraid and tightened up against him. He would make her relax.
Gently, he embraced the fifteen-year-old girl and held her close to his big, rough, strong body.
"Don't be afraid...." he said softly into her ear.
She quivered and shook. "Do it ... and get it over with," she said.
He ran one big, hot hand up her back and intertwined his thick fingers in her long, golden hair. He pulled her head back and gently kissed the child on the lips.
Her lips were tightly closed. She felt his hot, moist tongue on her lips ... rubbing back and forth slowly.
"Open your mouth," he whispered.
She did and he stuck his piercing tongue inside her juicy, hot, little mouth.
"Suck on my tongue ... like you would an orange," he said softly.
"That's dirty! That's frenchin' and not nice," she said.
"It's not dirty. It's fun and you'll like it."
"You said one touch...." she said, protesting.
"Suck my tongue," he said and stuck his tongue into her warm, relaxed, unresponding cavity.
She fell his hotness pierce into her mouth. His big, strong body was tight up against hers and she felt his rock-hard prick press against her belly. She was fearful and apprehensive, but she sucked on his hot, thick tongue. She felt him make his tongue dart around and wiggle in her mouth. She thought she would gag or throw up. This was dirty and nasty.
She stiffened as she felt his hot hand inch up her body and take her breast. She was repulsed when she felt his fingers tug and play with her nipple. She tried to pull away, but Bill was tonguing her pursed lips. She thought she was being viciously attacked and pulled her mouth away and back.
"That's terrible!" she said, shaking.
"If you'd relax, you'd enjoy it," Bill said, loosening his hold on the child's slender body and tits.
His cockhead was ready to explode. His heavy breathing startled the innocent child. She knew he was a maniac. He adjusted his prick so it didn't stab straight out ... it throbbed up his belly.
"Okay, now you've had your feel. You said you'd fix the toilet."
"I didn't feel you ... I felt a bunch of lace. I said feel you!"
Mary looked horrified.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's not nice!"
"How do you know? You've never tried it," he said, using all the restraint he could muster up. His crotch was burning, seething, hard, ready to go.
"You want me to do your repair work or not?" he asked slightly irritated. His blood-gorged prick was ready to split his skin it was so hard. He breathed heavily and sweat stood out on his face.
She nodded.
"Then take it off," he said motioning to her white, lace nightie. She hesitated.
He sat down on a kitchen chair to wait. Besides, his legs quivered. His heavy dong weighted his pelvis down, and his nuts ached.
Slowly, she lifted her nightie, with shaking hands. The fluff went up her tanned thighs, up over her golden snatch, up her slim waist and exposed her small, jutting tits. She took it over her tousled head and dropped it in a fluffy heap on the kitchen floor.
She stood naked and beautiful before the big, husky man.
"OH, MY GOD!" he said, nearly collapsing in a passionate heap.
His big hands were sweaty. His heart pounded against his massive chest and his rigid, stiff cock throbbed.
"Come here," he said in a whisper. He couldn't have stood up if he wanted to.
She slowly and hesitantly walked over to the middle-aged man.
His eyes stared at the beautiful, virgin child with the golden hair and flaxen pussy and the smooth, jutting boobs. He was awestruck. Never had he seen a more luscious little girl. He put a shaking hand on her tit and massaged gently. His fingers flicked her small, tiny, pink, nipples. He groaned passionately. He closed his eyes in desperation. His body shook with longing desire. He put both hands on her smooth, velvety soft breasts and squeezed gently.
"You're gorgeous ... beautiful ... so young ... so desirable...." he moaned.
His hand went to his hurting, throbbing crotch. His other hand gently massaged her sweet, young breast.
He was in a state of lusty passion. He craved her tender, young, virgin body.
She stood shocked and horrified before the neighbor that was pinching her rigid nipple and massaging her young boob. Her legs were rubbery and her naked body quivered with fear and disgust.
She watched the big man feel his own crotch and her soft dome.
"Now fix the toilet!" She was repulsed by his shaking and heavy breathing.
She moved to get her nightgown and the man grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in against his rough work clothes.
"Don't pull away," he said. His eyes were glazed with lust.
She tugged to free herself.
"Please ... please ... don't pull away...." he said tearfully.
She was aghast at seeing a grown man cry. She looked questioningly at him.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen ... I've got to fuck you...." he said putting both hands on her slim, well curved hips.
"That's dirty and filthy! You said a feel. Well, you've had a feel ... Now let me go!" she screamed.
"If that's what you want...." he said, and took his shaking hands off her smoth, tawny body.
"That's what I want!" she said scrambling to get her nightgown.
She bent over and her young, round ass cheeks pointed at Bill's rugged face. He saw her button of an asshole and shook madly.
He got up and went to her backside, grabbing her hips in her bent over position. He pulled her pelvis back so her buns were pressed against his rough work pants. He leaned over her bent body and whispered hotly in her ears. "If you ever want help from me again, you'll let me screw you! Remember the times I've helped your mother and saved her money! Think about the times I've fixed her car! I mowed your lawn ... not once, but ever since last summer! I've repaired all sorts of things in the trailer for you and for your mother! Think about your mother ... struggling to get along by herself. What would she do if I refused to help her? How would she pay all the repair bills on her car? I put brakes on that damned thing, packed the bearings, rotated the tires, fixed the transmission ... not to mention what I've done for her in this trailer! And every cent she saves on repairs she spends on you and your school clothes or movies or eating out. Think how it'll be when she can't call on me for help! And all because you don't wanna get fucked. You're gonna get screwed sooner or later in life. Why not now? It'd make it a hell of a lot easier on your mother...." He panted in her ear.
His body was bent over hers and his hard, pounding prick pressed against her sweet, soft ass crack. His fingers went under her bent body and grabbed onto her hanging tits and squeezed. His fingers tugged and pulled on her stiff nipples.
"Thick, Mary ... think about it! I'm not gonna rape yon! I'm not gonna hurt you! I want you to come to me. Think, Mary...." he said and one hand slipped to her flat, soft belly ... down to her golden, curly lustrous snatch.
She stood up and turned to face Bill. Tears filled her eyes.
"Well?" he asked panting.
She stood, naked and beat. She could not do anything to cause her dear mother anymore responsibility. She would have to let Bill have his way with her body. Even though it was a disgusting, dirty, nasty thing to do ... she would have to tolerate being balled by this old man. She knew she was beat when he mentioned all the things he wouldn't do for her mother. Her mother needed all the help she could get ... and Mary would not stand in the way of her getting it ... no matter what the cost.
Tears ran down her soft, smooth cheeks and she stood in front of the husky Bill. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders covering her naked breasts, She stood, not fighting any more ... not resisting ... It wasn't a matter of right or wrong any more, it was; a matter of tolerating a fuck so her mother wouldn't worry ... Mary would do anything for her mother and she was about to prove it.
Bill took her slim hand and led her down the hallway to her own bedroom. He gently put her on the bed. He eyed her sweet, virginal body as he hurriedly ripped off his clothes. He stood over her with his manly prick stretched to its full length.
Mary covered her eyes and turned her head. Her body wracked with tearful sobs.
Bill sat on the bed beside her and put his big, hot hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not gonna hurt you...." he said tenderly.
"But, you're so big," she said between sobs.
"Not really, honey. There're a lot of men a hell of a lot bigger than I am," he said regretfully.
"You'll tear me apart!" she said crying hysterically.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I promise to be gentle." He pulled the slip of a girl close to his naked body and hugged her tenderly. He felt her hot tears drip down his chest. His massive arms held her comfortingly.
"I'm scared," she said, quivering.
Bill looked up as if asking God for the patience and holding power he was going to have to possess in order not to ravish this young girl. His whole body shook with desire, and his nuts were about to burst with pain. His throbbing dick was stretched until he felt he could take no more hurt. But he wouldn't hurt Mary!
"Just touch my cock," he whispered as he grimaced at the pleasureable thought.
"I can't. I shouldn't," she said tearfully.
He gently but forceable took her dainty hand and put it to his hot, stiff stick.
"You can't put that into my vagina," she said, looking tearfully up at the big man.
"I won't. I'll let you do it ... at your own speed ... when you want another inch, you'll ask for it. I won't hurt you. All I wanna do is love you ... and make you love it ... fuckin' ... screwin' ... and crave my shaft! I'll be gentle," he said, praying he would be.
Mary burst into a new gush of tears. She knew she was in a hopeless situation. She had to let Bill fuck her.
"I'm scared," she said, crying her eyes out.
"Just lie back," he said softly. He pushed the young girl back on her white, fluffy bed. "Now spread your legs." He pried her thighs apart.
He looked at her pink, velvety slit and almost croaked with desire. "Jesus Christ, beautiful!"
"This's awful degrading ... you lookin' up me ... It's embarrassing...." she said, covering her face.
"Oh, no, baby, you're beautiful! There's nothing bad about it. I love looking at your cunt! I love looking at your golden pussy! Your slit is so beautiful! Your asshole is sweet. You're a beautiful, lovely, wonderful young lady ... and I'm gonna take your sweet cherry ... and you're gonna feel my cock up inside your tight little tube."
She uncovered her face and looked horrified.
"I'm not gonna hurt you! I told you that! Now trust me!" he said looking around her pink and white ruffled room. "Is that hand cream?"
She nodded.
He reached for the pastel green bottle from her bedside table. It sat right next to her pink lamp with the picture of her boyfriend taped to the underside.
She cried again.
"I haven't touched you. Why are you crying?" he asked.
She shook her head. She couldn't make the words come out that if she was going to get screwed, she wished it would be by her boyfriend ... not a nasty, old neighbor like Bill. She sobbed and sobbed. To think that the first time she fucked, it was going to be so terrible, with a horny old man. Nasty ... dirty ... repulsive!
Bill squirted his hand full of thick cream. He spread the child's thighs again and wiped his hand the length of her young, virgin slit. His thick fingers rested at the opening of her vagina. Slowly, he inched his one finger into her tight, taut hole. He took it out and slowly shoved more thick cream up her cunt.
He sucked in his breath and shivered.
She flinched with his every shove of finger.
"Relax," he said putting his other hand on her golden snatch to hold her still. He bent and kissed her warm thighs. He kissed and tongued his way all over her quivering, shaking legs. His fingers took turns entering and leaving her virgin hole. Then he flicked her tiny, cream covered clit and pressed his hot mouth into her golden nest.
She lay still. Her eyes were closed. And she flinched with his every touch.
"Relax ... just relax," he said crawling between her thighs.
"Mom told me never to let anybody touch me. Never to do ... this!"
"Feel that? My cock is at your hole. Feel how hot?" he said, panting and shaking.
She tightened up and moved up in her white bed to try one last time to escape:
He followed. His cockhead still beat at her cunt.
"Now, you put your hand on my prick. You guide my dick in ... how you want it . ... and how fast you want it ... and how deep you want it." Bill could hardly talk. He gasped for breath, and he shook on his knees.
Mary put her hand on his hard dick and pushed a little.
"It hurts!" she said flinching. "I'll do it," he said barely able to control himself.
He pushed gently ... slowly ... and forced his pounding cockhead into her cherry-delicious land of paradise.
She flinched and squirmed as Bill stuck his heavy dick into her hot, hand-lotion-filled pussy.
"It hurts! Don't do this to me! I don't like it! It's nasty! It's dirty! I hate it!" she said squeakily as she tried to get away.
"Easy ... easy does it ... it'll all be over in a minute ... the hurting part ... when I punch that skin in there ... then your cherry'll be mine ... forever ... you'll know I screwed you out of your virginity. Then the hurt's gone and it's fun from then on ... just relax ... take it easy ... I'm goin' slow ... SO DAMNED SLOW!" he whispered into her ear.
He wanted to punch his beating cock deep inside her and ricochet himself to a cosmic orgasm ... but, he couldn't. He had to show her he had control and not ruin fucking for her for the rest of her life. His beating dick nearly burst just entering her virgin land of paradise.
Bill didn't usually pray while he was busy fuckin' somebody. Now, he did. He didn't want to shoot off before he completely entered her luscious, virginal cunt. She was so hot and so tight his beating prick felt squashed and tightly smashed by her vaginal walls. His heart beat rapidly and his whole body felt full of adrenalin ... ready to smash into her young, sweet vagina and do its thing ... spray his cum all over her.
He sweat as he groaned and moaned and slowly pushed his prick into the child's tight, tight tube.
"Oh, God, I've never had it so good!" he said between gasps for breath.
"It hurts!" Mary said, almost screaming.
"Relax, baby. Feel how hard I am? Feel how hot? It's gonna be good for you ... just take it easy ... relax," he said as his hungry, hot peter crept in ... inch by slow inch....
Mary let out a wild scream!
"That's it, honey ... from now on ... it's all good ... I've got your cherry...."
Bill slowly eased his heavy, hearty prick in and out, in and out, in and out of her tight, slippery tube. He felt highly explosive as his tender cockhead explored the only virginal cunt he had ever had. He about died a happy death of heavenly ecstasy as he slowly and carefully and precisely humped the dear little girl's tight hole. He carefully directed each thrust of his eager, pulsating dong ... not to fast ... not too hard ... not too deep ... not too piercing....
He was frantic with wild, mad desire to slam his dick into her ... but he used control. He never knew he had such control. He had never used it on her mother....
After she screamed at the breaking of her cherry, Mary relaxed slightly and felt the big man's whang slip in and out, back and forth in her slippery tube. She was repulsed by the sloppiness of the whole situation. The smell of her own juices mixed with the hot hand cream upset her. Bill's gently penetrating prick was disgusting. The fact that he sweat all over her was disturbing to her innocence. The whole thing of screwing was extremely messy, hot, and undesirable. At least it didn't hurt any more, for which she was glad.
She lay under the man's wet, sweat drenched body and let him punch in and out of her and thought how degrading this was ... to have to let a man use her body so he would fix a toilet! She wished she was old enough to get a job so she wouldn't have to tolerate this sort of thing.
Bill did everything he could to make her enjoy her first fuck, but her mind was so full of the wrongness of the act, he was not succeeding. He felt her boobs which she usually kept so well covered. He flicked her tits and she thought it foul and dirty that she tingled at his touch. She knew she was going to die and go straight to hell for permitting this horrible act.
Bill could control himself no longer! His body jerked and spasmed and he shot his load of juicy cum into her already creamy hole. He made no excessive noise nor did he grab and clutch the little girl.
She was shocked at his bodily actions as she felt his explosive, hot cum shoot into her vagina. She thought perhaps he was epileptic and was having a spell.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Fine ... fine...." he managed to answer. He kept his full weight up off her slim body on his elbows and knees. "Didn't you feel anything?" he asked in desperation.
"Yeah. I'm not so nuts about this," she said coolly.
"Shit!" he said, completely frustrated.
He pulled his spent dong out of her dripping hole and sat up on the edge of the bed. He hung his sopping head in his hands.
"Is that it?" she asked, feeling the mess in her cunt slit.
"That's it," he said. He felt completely put down ... a dismal failure. "You didn't feel excited at all? Nothin' I did thrilled you? Did you like it at all?"
"No. It's messy and stinky and nasty."
He looked between her spread thighs and saw the small splotch of blood on her white sheet. "I wanted you to enjoy it...."
"THAT?" she said in surprise. "It hurt and was sloppy...."
"Shit!"
"Now you gonna fix the toilet?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll fix your damned toilet. Do you wanna go in there first and clean up?"
Mary jumped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She urinated and wiped her slit. The toilet paper slipped easily in her slippery crack.
"I'm bleeding!" she said in a horrified tone.
"You're alright. It's just because you were a virgin. It's nothin' to get upset about," he said assuring her.
Maybe he expected too much of her. It was her first time to screw. He supposed it was all new and sloppy and messy and stinky to her. All the things he loved about fucking, she thought were repulsive. Why didn't she appreciate the hotness of his cum? Why didn't she rotate her hips like her mother did? Why didn't she have an orgasm? He had worked his ass off in every way he knew how to make it pleasurable for her. He was depressed. Maybe the next time, she would get a kick out of it. He knew she was tense and apprehensive ... but, she was frigid as far as he was concerned. But, then, he'd never fucked a virgin before.
Oh, she was good and hot and tight. But, she did not have the action her mother had. He had been turned on by the lovely child, but fucking a virgin was not all it was cracked up to be. In a way, he preferred the pelvic gyrations of her mother. One thing was for certain ... he would have to teach this child to enjoy fucking and how to move her pelvis and heave her cunt up to meet his thrusting cock. He had been afraid to urge her on to such heights of delight for fear he might hurt her young, tender body.
He decided he would have to help her more and fuck her more so she would get over her puritanical ideas that screwing was dirty, nasty, vulgar and vile. He had a project!
Mary returned to her bedroom and started rummaging through her closet for clothes.
"You done in there?" he asked.
"I gotta take a shower. I FEEL DIRTY!"
"Where in the hell did you get your ideas?" he asked, shaking his head.
"From my mother! She thinks sex is dirty,-too!"
That's a new one to me! I thought she loved screwin' around with me. She's either a hell of a good liar to you, kid ... or one great actress with me! I think your mother lives for the minute she can drop her pants for me! You will, too! Just give me time....
"Was it really so terrible?" he asked.
"Yes! I don't like filth! You gonna expect this every time you do something for mother?" she said dragging her fresh, clean blouse out of the closet.
"I'll never force you, my dear," he said.
"No, you'll just blackmail me into doin' it again. You won't help my mother. I'll bet she'd never do all this for anything! She's too decent a woman to put up with this shit ... but, I have to ... for her!"
Bill shook his head in despair. He had thought it would be fantastic balling this child. Maybe appreciation for screwing came with maturity. He watched the youngster bounce out of the room with her clothes. He heard the shower go on and stay on for a long time.
"She's really bent out of shape feeling so dirty...." he said, muttering to himself.
After her shower and she was dressed, she came back into her room. Her eyes never met his. "I'm done."
He stood naked and looked at her. "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm ashamed ... and dirty...." she said with tears in her eyes.
"Somebody did one hell of a fine job brainwashing you!" he said pulling his pants on over his limp prick.
"Well, I don't care! I feel all squishy and drippy. I'll have to take another shower. I stink, too!"
"So, I'll buy you a douchebag," he said disgustedly.
"Thanks a lot! I'll tell my mother it's for when I ball the guy next door!" she said haughtily.
"You'll tell your mother nothin', do you understand?" he said in a gruff tone.
"Why? You scared she'll get you for statutory rape?"
"Not hardly. I didn't rape you. And since I didn't ... if you tell, the police'll put you in juvie for being a delinquent girl ... for soliciting and enticing me while I was here to do your mother a favor. You wanna spend time in the kiddy slammer?"
"No," she said sullenly.
"Then you best shut your mouth, little girl."
"Then I'm a whore?" she asked.
"No. You just give your favors for favors ... which could be construed as you being a whore.
But, I know you're not, and you know you're not. That's all that counts. If you use your head, what goes on between you and me will be kept quiet. Then you can go on living here with your mother and be the good little girl you're supposed to be...." And I'll stay out of jail.
She watched him tuck in his shirt. "Aren't you gonna wash?"
"I like the feel of your juices on my cock. I don't think there's one thing dirty or degrading about a little fun...."
"Fun? I thought sex was supposed to be when two people love each other and wanna have babies...."
"Yeah, well, sometimes. More often, it's for fun."
"I'll take my shower after you fix the toilet," she said.
"I'll fix your goddamned toilet right now!" he said and left the room.
Mary fell on her white, ruffly bed and cried and cried at her disgrace. Her shoulders shook and her nose dripped. She was a fallen woman. She was something terrible and it was all the fault of that horrible man in the bathroom. Now, her beloved Brad would never want her. She had been to bed with an old man. She was not a virgin anymore. All the boys would avoid her. She knew she would look guilty. Now she knew why her mother never went out with dirty, dirty men.
What would her husband say ... if she ever got one? He would know she wasn't a virgin. She could never get married. Her life was ruined.
She cried.